I'm optimistically joining in the Yarn Along today, despite a profound lack of knitting and only scanty reading around these parts this past fortnight. Not that I haven't been inspired to knit, weather-wise. This summer is a doozy, damp and cold, and here in the Highlands it's damper and colder*. I wore my winter coat to the Christmas fair last Sunday. December!!!
Anyway, at least all this damp and cold is inspiring lots of winter knitting fantasies. I'm putting aside any sweet summer cardigan aspirations and rolling unabashedly towards wool jumpers and hats. If we're to get through the days and evenings in this house without resorting to the heater or fire, we'll be needing those winter woolies before long.
The book of the moment is 'Waterlemon', a memoir by Ruth Ritchie about her husband's near-death accident. The GM picked this up for me at a book fair recently because he knows I enjoy Ruth Ritchie's column in the Saturday paper. I'm reading it now because it was on top of one of the boxes I opened the other night in search of a bedtime story.
And I'm quietly and only-just-a-bit knitting a little gift for a little friend. A familiar pattern, familiar yarn, easy mindless clickety-clicking during this busy time. And no, it won't be finished in time for Christmas.
I'm off to check out what will probably be an array of finished and wrapped Chrissy gift knitting over at Small Things. These women, they put me to shame!
* A local or two have assured me this isn't a normal summer for these parts. Relief.